The Distant Cartograph

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The house had been breathing for three days, a slow and rhythmic expansion of the oak beams that creaked against the settling foundation like the grinding of ancient teeth, and inside this cathedral of decaying grandeur, Elias Thorne stood with his back to the heavy mahogany doors, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the sheer, suffocating weight...

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